Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1887-06-11
A Trial of Faith.

"What consider the essential ele.
msnt of happiness in any love affair i.
De supreme faith and perfect trust OF
the one in the other" said the Heroine.
inaroice that in moderately pretty
girl would have seemed authoritative.
bus not in splendid creature as tall
Snd stately as Tennyson's Maud. with
rei-orown hair. dark violet eyes and a
mouth shaped like Cupid's bow. NO
mSEter what appearances are against
him. no matter if time or distance or
MALICIOUS tongues seem to separate,
Tue woman should trust. Since l. have
tcconne engaged"
Engaged to what, Florence7" asked
Jacks sister, with her irreverent
gigglc. But what could you expect of
little understood creature, with a
tnrned-up nose and a pair of or IN
eyes that look as lnquisitive as amp.
~When | think that you and Jack are
really to be married it does seem too
ridiculous, he has just gone into the
Senior at Yale and you out of school
last June. And then such lot of
sweethearts as be has had! There were
Emily Hazen and Marie De Brese and
last year Professor Peters's daughter,
the youngest one. with the big black
eyes, that giggled. And to hear you.
the veriest spitfire in school when YOU
got jealous, talking about love and
trust and faith! Now. my lady, don't
get vexed; it's all 'badinage and persi-
dage. as the woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle
Of love"
lam eighteen years of age, Susie
Lane. and your brother is, ah, twenty
one; we are neither of us children; and.
oesides, I'm not going to have you
making fun of ME this way, and ridlcul-
ing everything. l shall never tell you
anything again as long as / live. /
thought you sympathized-'
'Uh, Florence, don't cry" cried the
scofer. melted and distressed in turn.
DO let's sit down on his log and tell
us all about it. B Bertie is dying to hear.
ana has been pinching me black aud
olue ever since We started. Don't
mind me; you know that BERTHE and l |
are nothing but miserable schoolgirls
IN scrubby clothes. and know nothing
out chemistry and moral and mental |
philosophy. and French and Germ an
and the sciences, and English litera-
us?''
'Oh, bush, Sue." cried BERTHE; I'VE
are tired OF you and YOUR nonsense. ii
want 10 have a real sensible. senti-
mental time. Let's sit right here.
wlsh ! had my sketch book. How
aeep the wood is, and how. soft the
sn"ows. and that bank of ferns and
sne great boulder covered with lichens'
Gee tne waterfall yonder, and that
naf-eharred log. All! this is the yery
.J,es. OF Arden. Come, dear, tell us
"WelP' said the Heroine, .It ham
pcned at this very spot. yesterday af-
,,stnoon- just before he left on the Up.
~. IRAN. Indeed, Just can't tell the
very words, girls. because it's kind of
sacred; out he vowed he never cared
one straw for Emily Hazen or Marie
oe brese. and rs for that Peters girl.
ee positively scorned her. I looked
very uninterested and dignified. and
's'c really didn't know why be should
make me his confidant, though I was
sue II end and staying in his house
.aa @ all that. and he pumped right up
p"..n M uown there where you are sitting.
.''e: anu kissed NV hand and told
.'e.No' just won't; but he talked
SG.iectly beautifully about trust and
'e'th' and how | must believe in b;r,
YaIa .no1gn . ne were far. far away at
a'e, and here in Pennsylvania. And
,S ~ sa'd we must RENE mber we were
saSu sv.uer N heart though the hills lie
,,,d ne got that out Of nv scrap book"
.''a que conscientiously. But !, cam.
very well. Jack is a yery tidv bov
~, ~ really believe he is in loy. % M.
ra,,asnd snd hope you will trust him.
hs hce. sea Let's go home and get into
,os. y arawer and turn out the memen-
che sss - we past Do you know that
end l. sy Gay stepped in while YOU
the ver,rs rsre discussing constancy on
sut locks - and found twenty differ
bur.snS o. hair in one corner of the
except ,ry ery color of the rainbow,
they loetaSs ss, "a and all mixed up, so that
CARPET sa IKE Joseph's coat or a rag
little + Rsr,iun %nd Sue, Florie dear" said
them and e. ,e eomfortingly. Il saw
auburn II 'nere wasn't strand of red.
~ ~ mean. in the lot
Mss M,r'. no mind either of you." said
and fsxeh with dignity. Il love
Lane az. s.lefe Is Sne?" called Mrs.
Aosning about three weeks